Dear Swaddle

Dear Swaddle,

We would first like to tell you how much you have meant to us. You have kept Max feeling secure, cozy, and warm for many nights (13 weeks of nights, as a matter of fact) and we appreciate your loyalty and cozy cottony nature. You will forever be firmly implanted in our memories when we think of the first days of Max's life; the way Chris first perfected the swaddle technique before I was able to get out of the bed after my C-section and the way that, later on, I became the master of the fold. The way that Max settled when folded up within you was always comforting. The feel of your cottony softness when fresh out of the dryer always made us happy.

But we can no longer pretend that this relationship is working. It has run its course. For several nights now, Max has tossed you aside like a used Kleenex. Instead of providing comfort you are now just causing frustration. Last night I yelled at you, and it wasn't even your fault. We've got to let you go....it's not you, it's us...we'll miss you.

Love, Robin, Chris, and Max.

Memories of our time with "Dear Swaddle"


Max and Swaddle meet for the first time - the beginning of a beautiful relationship


Supporting Max as he tries to get over his jaundice


Helping Max to get a good night's sleep



Dear Sleep Sack,

Looking forward to getting to know you!!

Love, Robin, Chris and Max.



On an unrelated note, Mom keeps saying that Max looks like a Cabbage Patch Kid (when she's not saying that he looks exactly like Chris). I wasn't sure she was right, until I saw this picture:




Mom, I'm going to have to give you points for that one. Astute observation.